My time is short when will it sucumb,
To death of life which is sure to come.
What is the value of gold and things,
The honor of kings and that of queens.
As all kings fall as they surely must,
Things they fall to rott and rust.
Our time is short and our lives will end,
Know this to be true time has no end.

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